Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

Gloria sobbed and shook her head saying: "Please! Please don't butt me," she whimpered piteously. "I'm sorry I tried to run. Please forgive me."

"It's a little late for apologies, Gloria," Maxwell said with a broad grin. "We're gonna stretch you out a little."

Uncle Richard cranked the handle. Gloria's body became taut. Her muscles were stretched and stuck out in bold relief on her naked body. The pain was intense.

"Ohhhh, God! It hurts so much! No more… please!" she wailed.

But the men paid her pleas of anguish no attention. They cranked the handle until she was stretched tightly, spread-eagled and naked on the rack.

Gloria didn't think she could stand the agonizing pain much longer.

Then, Maxwell pulled out a paddle made of oak. He smiled lecherously and brought it down hard on her asscheeks. Whap! Whap! Whap! The paddle smacked her supple ass, causing her flesh to jiggle and redden under the blows.

"My God! My God! The pain! It's… it's unbearable. Stop! Please!" she shrieked.

"Yeah, give it to her good, Maxwell," Uncle Richard said. "Whip her ass! Give the little bitch a good paddling!"

"You bet," Maxwell replied enthusiastically as he struck her quivering asscheeks with the paddle.

Gloria's ass-flesh was burning up from the relentless paddling. Her ass was held in place on the rack, and she was stretched out so far that she was unable to move. Painful sensations coursed through her body and exploded in her tortured brain.

Her tormentors were loving every minute of the beating that they were giving her, and she feared that they would never stop. Her face was flushed a crimson red and tears poured down her cheeks.

Good God! she thought. Will this nightmare ever end?

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Owwwww!" She let out a long, loud, blood-curdling scream of pain and terror.

Suddenly, the beating stopped. As she slowly came to her senses, she felt her Uncle Richard moving a thick, hard steel object into her cunt. The object slid past her cuntlips, spreading the flaps of her juicy pussy. Her cunt-muscles constricted involuntarily, but Uncle Richard kept shoving the steel object up her pussy. Inch by inch, it wormed its way into her cunt. It felt cold, thick and hard.

What in the world was it? She was afraid to ask, but her unspoken question had to be answered.

"How does it feel to have a cattle prod shoved up your cunt, Gloria?" her Uncle Richard asked lewdly.

"Ohhhh, nooo!" she cried. "You can't do that to me! You… you'll kill me! Please! Stop!"

"No way, slut," Maxwell chimed in, his voice husky with lust. "You deserve to have your pussy fired-up by the prods."

She couldn't believe that the evil men would really turn the electric cattle prod on while it was imbedded in her pussy. The mere thought of such a wicked torture made her flinch and shudder. But she knew that Maxwell and Uncle Richard were sinister and sadistic men, capable of just about anything.

Uncle Richard worked the thick blunt tip of the cattle prod up her tight cunt, ramming it slowly along her pussy-channel and jiggling the instrument so that it would slide all the way up her cunthole. The cold metal that touched her tender pussylips made her shiver and flinch as the cattle prod probed deeper and deeper into her cunt, opening her pussyslit wide to accommodate the crude instrument. Finally, the prod was buried to the hilt in the depths of her cunt.

"Now she's ready for the full treatment," Maxwell said coldly. "She'll really love this."

"You can't do this!" she screamed.

Tears poured down her contorted face and dripped onto the rack. In her fright, she almost blocked out the pain which coursed through her stretched body. But her wrists and ankles hurt terribly from the straps which bound her, cutting into her tender flesh.

"Hit it!" Maxwell exclaimed.

Uncle Richard hit the switch. A bolt of electricity spread through her cunt, and she screamed in agony. She writhed and twisted in desperation on the dreadful, stretching rack. She felt as if an electric eel were worming around inside her tight cunt. The pain was endless and unbearable as she shook and jerked spasmodically, a look of undisguised terror on her contorted face.

Suddenly, the pain lessened until she felt a thin trickle of electricity streaming through her tight young cunt, rippling across her cuntlips and flashing along her taut cuntwalls. She much preferred the steady stream of light shocking electricity to the big jolt she had received before. But she was no longer in control of her body. It was as though some strange demon had entered her cunt and made her twitch obscenely.

Her cunt began to seep pussy-juice from the electric stimulation that tickled her tingling clit. She remembered that dampness served to conduct electricity. She concentrated all of her energy on trying to stop her aunt from churning up cunt-butter – but it was a futile gesture. Her pussy was boiling from the tingling sensations that coursed through her tight cunt.

She felt helpless. Her eyes were bugging out of her head, and she grimaced and winced in pain as the cattle prod stimulated her cunt obscenely and brutally. She sobbed and flailed about in agony on the evil torture rack.

Above her, the two men chuckled and made lewd remarks: "Look at tile hot little cunt! She's dripping with cuntjuice. She loves the cattle prod. Hot damn! The little slut is digging the hell out of it!"

"Yeah, she's all hot and horny, the little piglet," said Maxwell as he strode forward. He shucked off his pants and stood before the frightened girl, his cock wagging obscenely in front of him, his balls hanging down. "Give me a good blowjob and I'll tell your Uncle Richard to turn the cattle prod off," he said with a wicked, thin-lipped sneer.

"All right! I'll do it! Please… please turn that awful thing off. My cunt is burning up!"

"Are you sure, Gloria?" he taunted. "Tell me how much you want to suck my prick."

"I want to suck your cock. Please let me give you a blowjob, Mr. Maxwell. I'm dying to give you a blowjob! Please!"

Maxwell stepped forward, gripped his flaccid prick and rubbed his cock over the girl's lips. He smiled appreciatively as her tongue lashed out and licked the tip of his soft prick, causing his cock-knob to bob and turn red as blood gushed along the rope-like veins on his cock and into his bloated cock-knob.

"Okay, she's going to cooperate. Turn off the prod," he told Uncle Richard with a self-assured nod.

Gloria gasped with relief as the electric current stopped coursing through her pussy. "Ohhhh, thank you," she said. "Thank you so much."

Her cunt spasmed for a few moments as the aftershock dwindled and died away.

"Suck my cock, slut!" Maxwell hissed as he slid his prick between her lips.

A dreamy look appeared on the headmaster's face as she licked his cock-stalk, running her tongue along his prick and flicking her tongue under his sensitive, bloated crimson cockhead. He flexed the muscles in his thighs and pressed forward, puffing his hands on her head and shoving her mouth down on his stiff prick.

"Yeah, go to it, cocksucker," he taunted lewdly. "Suck my cock nice and hard! Ummmmm! Yeah! Shit! Fuck!"

His hips jerked forward and his body swayed back and forth as he responded to her lapping tongue as it stimulated his prick. Maxwell's cock swelled inside her sucking mouth and he moaned crudely.

Gloria slurped his cock-knob deep into her mouth and flicked her tongue along his mighty cockshaft as he face-fucked her. Gulping and slurping and licking and lapping at his hard cock as it grew swiftly in her mouth, Gloria heard Uncle Richard grunting lewdly and pulling down the zipper on his trousers.

She wondered what he was planning to do to her. Since she was busy sucking Maxwell's cock and her body was stretched to the limit facing down on the rack, she knew that it would be virtually impossible for the man to fuck her cunt. But what else could Uncle Richard have in mind?